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A Broken Life Page #7
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- Year:
- 2007
- 97 min
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- You two are unbelievable.
- l'm sorry.
Two of a kind,
father and son for sure.
Max, l'm sorry.
l did what l thought was right.
Okay.
lt's in the past and that's
where l want to keep it.
l hope you both
understand that. Good night.
Good luck with the suicide.
Let me know how it works out.
Hey, look who's here.
What the f*** do you want?
Who are you?
Who are you?
l'm just someone who wanted
to wish you a happy Father's Day.
Motherf***er!
- ( Max grunting )
Go on, Max!
l told you, Max. The man who
has a gun will eventually use it.
Who the f*** are you?
- ( laughing )
- Bud:
Let's go.l think you know who l am, Max.
Forget about that crazy bastard.
l mean, they're all over the city.
l want you to know
that l never meant to hurt you.
There was just never a good time.
l'm really sorry.
- l know.
You're gonna think
this is crazy, but...
Getting familiar
with your daily habits.
l looked you up on the net,
found out that you had written
in the '90s.
tracked those down.
lt was a reason to start
a conversation with you.
Oh, yeah.
l'm sorry that you
had to find the truth that way.
- ( crying ) But the truth is--
- Shh.
l didn't have the courage.
- l was scared.
- Of course.
l'm sorry.
Stop.
- Don't-- don't--
- You must hate me.
No.
Hey.
No more crying, okay?
Just do me a favor.
You're my son.
Wow, huh?
You just forget it.
F*** it. Okay?
lt's a time for celebration.
- Yeah.
- l just met my son.
You gonna let me in
on where we're going?
l'd rather not, okay?
Okay, look, time to expose
the secret underbelly
of your dear old dad's life.
- Okay?
- You're addicted to Chinese?
Wow. Yeah, in a sense.
( laughs )
There's no way
to put this politely,
but we are going to a place that is
commonly referred to in certain circles
as a house of ill-repute,
a bordello,
- a brothel, a whorehouse...
- Oh, no.
- ...a knocking shop.
- Okay, l am not filming that.
- But why?
- Oh, no.
What? Shocked to find out
that father is a man?
Huh?
Look, l'm just going there to talk to
one of the girls and that's all, okay?
- Okay.
- And if you'd like,
- l think l'll give it a miss.
- Okay.
Save me some dough.
Thanks for the offer.
Man:
Turn that off.
lt's okay. He's filming me, not you.
l don't care.
Turn that off.
You don't care?
Turn it off.
A**hole.
Oh my God. Melinda?
l had no idea.
When did this happen?
Oh, come on, talk to me. lt's not like
we don't know each other, please.
You know what? You didn't come down
here to speak to a cripple, did you?
That's-- you-- you're wrong.
l came here only to see you.
- Yeah, whatever.
- Look, today's a special day for me.
l-- l-- l-- l made a pledge
to stop lying to myself
and to stop lying to other people.
we could-- we would--
if we weren't,
Let me-- let me
take you away from here.
- l'm waiting for somebody.
- We'll get a drink.
- What?
- No.
l'm waiting for my husband Mikhail.
Your husband?
You're kidding me.
l didn't know you were married.
Does he know you're out here?
- Yeah.
- Max:
How does he stand it?How does he take it?
You know, why don't you just
go upstairs and get some p*ssy?
That is, if you can get it up.
Max:
l see.l see how it is now, huh?
You know what?
F*** you.
- B*tch.
- Max.
Wait. Buddy, wait here.
- l'll be right back.
- What?
Open the door.
He's telling the truth, you know.
He came here to say
goodbye to you.
Why?
Where's he going?
( chuckles )
How do l put this?
Um...
l'm not filming
a day in the life.
lt's the last day in the life.
l don't understand.
He's done.
Okay.
He's had enough.
He plans to kill himself tonight.
You've got to be
f***ing kidding me.
l don't know how to stop him.
But, listen,
l know Max.
He may not be a great man,
but he's got--
l-- there's some good in him anyway.
l've seen it.
So if you're his friend,
you have to stop him, okay?
l'm not his friend.
l'm his son.
l've given everything that l can.
l--
if l just can ride it out...
l figure if l can keep him talking
and keep him drinking...
then he won't be able
to pull the trigger.
That's all l can think of.
lt's okay.
- Come on, no.
No.
Shh. So, um--
How can you do this?
How can you do this really?
How do you do it?
l'm sorry, l don't understand.
Really? Okay.
Why don't you sit down for a while?
l just want to talk, okay?
l just want to talk for a while.
Sure.
Whatever pleases you.
Listen, would you cut the--
stop f***ing with me.
Just cut the bullshit,
all right, home girl?
All right? l'm just
not in the mood, all right?
l'm begging you.
lt's your hour.
Spend it however you want.
l know.
l've done it before.
l know the rules.
Aw, f*** it.
Look...
l'm sorry.
What for?
Truthfully, l don't know.
But-- look,
good luck with your life.
Hey, honey...
where do you think Melin--
where is Melinda's husband?
- Do you know?
- ( laughs )
For just a brief moment,
a fleeting moment,
there was a spark
l'm just bullshitting you.
You're a charmer.
Which room is he in, huh?
- Which room is he in?
- Room 1 2.
- Thank you.
- Two doors down.
l know where it is.
Oh, wow.
Um, excuse me.
l don't want to interrupt, but--
- What the f***?
- ls that your wife
in the wheelchair outside?
Your wife.
- ls that-- in the wheelchair outside?
- F***er!
( grunting, yelling )
You talk to me about my wife?!
( grunting, groaning )
Sasha!
( screaming )
- Ow!
- Jesus Christ.
lt's me. Jesus,
what happened to your face?
- ( moaning )
- Here.
- Stop.
- Don't worry.
Jesus.
Here, sit down.
- Sit down here.
- ( clattering )
- What happened?
- l met your husband.
He's a real nice guy.
Okay, it's time to go.
We're going, come on.
Bud. Bud.
- Let's have that drink.
- Max:
Oh, that's okay.That's okay.
You're right about everything.
lt was all my fault.
l guess l just couldn't
understand how someone could--
like you out here in this--
this goddamn shitstorm.
- lt's okay.
- That's all.
Let's go.
Yeah, we're-- let's go
to her place for a drink.
Melinda:
Yeah. Okay?
Moving on, Buddy.
Are you really going
through with it tonight?
You're gonna walk me to my apartment,
have a drink and then
go home and pull the trigger?
ls that right?
Aw, f*** you.
Yeah, don't--
don't mock me, please.
All right, whatever.
Yes, that's what l'm going to do.
- Sorry.
- That's okay. l'm up here on the left.
Max, come on.
Come on, let's have
that drink, okay?
What about your husband?
- Huh?
- Well, since you interrupted him,
l'm-- l'm sure he'll
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